IV. Too erratic, too unstable for a life without life (a considerable paradox - you don't care) For a doll with no heartbeat no brainwaves no flesh no tissue no muscle no bones and no vital organs you sure find ample opportunities to disappear. And then again, for a poet with no vocal chords no intelligence no rhetoric no capabilities of devising creative endeavors no penmanship skills and no comprehension of any type of any kind of prose or fiction the literary brilliance you spew out daily is quite an impressive collection. And there you go again. disappeared.
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